I had a feeling that the afternoon slots were also filled, but until I discovered where she was going—which Iwould—they were the only hours I was free as well.
The light chatter of voices had begun filling in the space, butI couldn’t pull my gaze from her. She was the only thing that I could see when I was with her. I should be paying attention to what everyone else was doing, so I could copy them and at leastpretendthat I was there for something other thanher, but when she was around, she was my gravitational pull.
“Alright,” she huffed, with narrowed eyes before leaning a few inches closer. “We’ll see what you’ve got then, Krusk.”
My name on her lips never ceased to make a shiver run down my spine.
“I’ll give it my best,” I told her with an enthusiastic smile and she gave me a small glare before turning away, her hair hitting me in the face. I took a deep inhale, making sure I sniffed her scent as much as I could while staring at the way her ass moved in those tight, stretchy pants.
My groan was low and heartfelt, but she still spun to glare at me, and I grinned in return. This was going to be the best classever.
“Hey,” a tittering female voice said from next to me. “Are you new here? I’ve never seen you before?”
I nodded, not bothering to look at her, completely focused on my mate. “Yep. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Well you’ve picked quite a class to start with,” she said, and I shrugged, watching as Emma glared at me and then the female next to me in the mirror. Immediately contrite, I stepped away.
“I’m here for Emma,” I told the female, still not looking at her, and I saw Emma’s gaze soften as I moved away.
“Oh, okay,” the female said, sounding confused. I wasn’t there to make friends, though. I was there to learn more about my mate and I could already tell that she didn’t like me talking to other females. I preened internally at that thought.
Is she jealous that I’d be talking to other females?
I didn’t want that for her. I’d never want her to be insecure in our relationship in any way, but if shewasjealous, then it wouldmean that the beginnings of possessiveness were curling their claws into her. They’d already dug deep roots into my chest forher, so it was only fair.
“Alright, everyone,” Emma said from the front of the room, distracting me from my thoughts and pulling me back into the present. “Let’s get started.”
CHAPTER 13
Krusk
Ithink I’m dead.
As I blinked from where I was lying flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling, unable to move a single inch of my body, I panted for air.
“And now we’re going to start the cool down,” purred the gentle voice of my mate from where she was barely sweating—meanwhile I was pretty sure I’d permanently stained the mat under me.
I turned my head—a feat in itself—just so I could look at her. I’d thought she was beautiful before, but watching her contort her body into postures that should be impossible—and maybe illegal in certain states—I couldn’t do anything but stare in awe.
The light sheen of sweat on her skin glimmered, giving her a glow that I wanted to lick off of her. She’d be warm and soft now, her face relaxed in a way I’d never seen her before. Shelikedthis torture.
I didn’t take my eyes from her as she kept moving—sleek and smooth—stretching herself until I had to lift my legs to hide what was happening in my shorts. When I’d been distracted by my muscles and joints screeching that they couldn’t do what I was asking them to do, I’d been able to control my thoughts.
Now that I was focused on her again, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to kiss every inch of her, peel her clothes off until she was naked, and fuck her until we were both sated. When my hip muscle gave a scream from where I was trying to pivot to look at her better, I wondered if she’d be willing to be on top for the first round.
Just as I thought that, she peeked over at me from where she’d pressed her palms to the floor in front of her feet, a smile curving her lips as she saw me sprawled on the floor like the absolute disaster that I was.
Fuck. I can fall in love with her so easily.
It helped that she was my mate, but I hadn’t expected to likeherso much. My hardworking female who trudged herself through job after job—hardjobs—just to make ends meet.
She had grit and tenacity. Something that I admiredmorethan her beauty—although it was a close thing. I lay there staring at her beautiful face for a few more minutes before she slowly lifted, her hands clasped in front of her.
“Thank you for coming,” she ended in that same low, soothing tone she was using. It sent goosebumps all over my skin.
I wanted her to talk tomelike that. Sweet, low whispers at night when she could sayanythingto me because we were alone together and naked… My imagination decided to take a turn about what that could look like and I jolted into a sitting position, hiding my straining cock that hadzerodecorum.
Get it together or we’ll never get her to like us.
